Here two brawny policemen got up beside him on the platform--one on either hand.
At the sound of a gong near the barn door, two bells were given by the conductor and Hurstwood opened his lever.
The two policemen looked about them calmly.
"'Tis cold, all right, this morning," said the one on the left, who possessed a rich brogue.
"I had enough of it yesterday," said the other.

"I wouldn't want a steady job of this." "Nor I." Neither paid the slightest attention to Hurstwood, who stood facing the cold wind, which was chilling him completely, and thinking of his orders.
"Keep a steady gait," the foreman had said.

"Don't stop for any one who doesn't look like a real passenger.

Whatever you do, don't stop for a crowd." The two officers kept silent for a few moments.
"The last man must have gone through all right," said the officer on the left.

"I don't see his car anywhere." "Who's on there ?" asked the second officer, referring, of course, to its complement of policemen.
"Schaeffer and Ryan." There was another silence, in which the car ran smoothly along.